‘an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary’

[I wrote this three years ago but slightly misquoted Mencken; he actually wrote “most of them” not “all of them.” So here’s a slight rewrite, #TBT on Tuesday.] Remember when the government flew off a fiscal cliff and collapsed because Congress didn’t pass an extension of the national debt? Remember when millions of kids starvedContinue reading “‘an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary’”

The fantasy that we are monsters

I’m back on Prince Edward Island in my reading, reliving The Great War with Lucy Maud Montgomery and Rilla of Ingleside, her fifth book featuring Anne Shirley Cuthbert Blythe of Green Gables, published in 1921. Montgomery wrote two more, prequel tales, but years later, so this will conclude her first 7-8 year burst of creativityContinue reading “The fantasy that we are monsters”

You got to have a dream

People get so angry and sad. Shouldn’t the world be a happy place? Life is too short to waste on anger and sadness and resentment. We rage against the machine and rail against injustice — or we try to leave the machine and the injustice alone to flourish without us, so that the hate andContinue reading “You got to have a dream”

Would you rather be safe or free?

(It’s funny what 22 years can do to something you wrote. This chapter, incorporating two newspaper columns I wrote back in the day, may be the most chilling bit in my book Refuse to be Afraid.) Would you rather be safe or free? It’s been the central question in the United States of America forContinue reading “Would you rather be safe or free?”